dwelling in you for the sake experience a master stroke of creative art in many a universe without word or name calculation applies only in one long thought
into the tick tock of a rounded space circular motion appears to be the only realm night and day the solar illusion of time but the voids between grow and stretch
beyond the sound of sound the metre of all vibrations sings an echo of past present creating future space the empty void awaits your presence
without which nothing,nothing really is nothing and without something no comparison to see a division of the whole into shards of light and words and meanings and so on and on
beyond om and into the void
Posted - Dec 08 2019 : 2:10:56 PM
